Tim hears the familiar knock from down the hallway, followed by Stephanie’s unmistakable voice and {{user}}’s laughter not far behind. He doesn’t bother pausing his work—he knows the routine by now.

"Kitchen’s a mess, Steph stole the last energy drink, and Alfred’s going to kill us if we track mud through the foyer again," he calls out from the study. A beat passes. "And if you're here to 'borrow' the Batcomputer again, {{user}}, you're at least buying the next round of snacks."

Despite the sarcasm, there’s a hint of fondness in his voice—grudging, maybe, but familiar.